Well there was the bog around the Beltex Mill ,
and the spring on the cinder pitch .
Before the troubles came .
Then the Beltex fell to the Shamrock Club
that was built before the streets of Old Ardoyne
had changed their name.
Near Flax street was the Milly dam ,
where two white swans swam and spricks wriggled ,
a stones throw away from the Bone .
Boys and Girls went to school as the battlefield grew .
Houses were burned to the ground .
The swans found a new home .
Old gable walls with graffiti backdrops hung a portrait
of oppression as black taxi's run the streets .
Dark shadows clung to the corners of Old Ardoyne ,
as an army of ants crawled around in tanks and jeeps .
Old Ardoyne was filled with tears as mums with babies
in prams choked on CS gas that was thick in the air .
Men ran for cover from rubber bullets ,
dogs were kicked ,
cats killed ,
and the birds were not singing anywhere.
As the helicopters hunted through the grey sky
some in Old Ardoyne had said the swans were coming back .
One day the trouble stopped
and over the rubble new houses had been built ,
Peace returned and that's a fact .
For a time, I perched myself on a flat rock, comparing my life with the Guyandotte River. Just as its tributaries replenish it daily, changing it in some small—sometimes great—degree, so have the day-to-day occurrences of life changed me. Like the ri
TRUE STORY. Bella survived an abusive powerbroker father with organized crime ties, a drug-addicted mother and a physically/sexually abusive brother. Shocking & inspirational. When she couldn't cry, she tattooed a crying angel to cry for her.
Jim Dunlap